Aunty In Bed May 2026

Every Sunday morning, the house belonged to Aunty Priya.

"Get up? Child, I am not in bed. I am strategically horizontal . There is a difference."

Her phone buzzed constantly. The family group chat, "Chaos & Chai," lit up with her morning dispatches: aunty in bed

The Royal Court of Blankets

She took a slow sip of chai, looked at me over her glasses, and smiled. Every Sunday morning, the house belonged to Aunty Priya

"Saw a pigeon outside my window. It looked judgmental. I have reported it to building security."

And then she pulled the blanket over her head, muffling her laughter, and declared court adjourned until lunch. I am strategically horizontal

By 8 a.m., she'd be propped against three feather pillows, a steaming chai on the nightstand, and her old reading glasses perched halfway down her nose. The duvet was pulled up to her chin, even in summer. "The fan is trying to assassinate me," she'd insist, pointing a bony finger at the ceiling.